Imprisoning Plane
Out in the moonlight,
On this imprisoning plane,
The stars dance in the pools,
While mountains start to rise.
Precious mountains oh so sweet,
As delicate as a crimson rose,
When touched; they tremble,
And grow with passion.
Pools as shiny as diamonds,
Reflect thy bright stars,
Making the scene,
Just that much more marvelous.
I visit this place often,
Especially when I’m in distress,
This places renews my spirit,
And brightens my day.
Without this place,
I would drown in darkness,
Deaths grip would be upon me,
Dragging me to the puppet master.
When my eyes fixate,
Onto the current image,
A smile starts to form,
Because my paradise is in sight.
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